TOM
After knocking off work, I went straight to the Nightingale Club, hoping that somehow I would see her there.
The thought of Isabella had followed me relentlessly over the past few days, clinging to my mind no matter how hard I tried to focus on anything else.
Every quiet moment brought her face back to me, her smile, her voice, the way she looked at me when she thought I was the only person in the room.
I couldn't shake off the feeling that if I didn't see her soon, something terrible would happen.
I had convinced myself that if I found her at the club and talked her out of whatever agreement she had made with Antonio, I would run away with her without a second thought.
We would leave the city, leave the danger behind, and start over somewhere far from his reach.
